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potedeiabard) wrote2021-12-31 11:02 pm
potedeiabard) wrote2021-12-31 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
Scroll of Thoughts
PROMPT WORD: Glow.
“There was no real way to explain it, but it was a marvelous thing. I watched Xena rest for once without protest, a pregnant belly grown far too much to ignore now, and the gentle sunset in the distance giving this view the touch it needed for it to be perfect. My fingers raked through the curtain of tresses that hung on her forehead with a delicate touch only rivaled by the petal of a rose; I watched quietly, letting the lulling flow of the nearby river replace my lullabies for the time being. A constant stream of tranquility and a peaceful chirping bird in the distance.
My thoughts meandered topic to topic while this very scroll rested in my lap, and yet no words could come out for the longest time. I did not notice until a little later, right now under the dotted blanket of the night sky, that I was thinking of Xena all this time. Thinking how beautiful she looked, how she seemed to emanate this incredibly mesmerizing glow of life. I wondered there, in that brief moment, if I could gently kiss her and taste the life myself. I wondered if she would find it peculiar that I am staring.
I ruminated so many things.
Absent-mindedly I caressed her belly as she slipped further and further into the bewitching arms of Morpheus, understanding then what was this so-called magical glow pregnant women had. Even right now, by the fireplace, I find it hard to comprehend. It’s a natural tenderness I feel, an instinctual need to protect and take care of, to give my love and attention to this woman who already had me sequestered with her charm and strength. I felt in charge, like I was responsible for satiating every crave and, amicably, withstanding every mood swing – even the more sensuous ones.
When this baby is born, they will be so loved. I will make sure to protect them. I will protect Xena.”
Word Count: 328
Setting: CANON verse.
“There was no real way to explain it, but it was a marvelous thing. I watched Xena rest for once without protest, a pregnant belly grown far too much to ignore now, and the gentle sunset in the distance giving this view the touch it needed for it to be perfect. My fingers raked through the curtain of tresses that hung on her forehead with a delicate touch only rivaled by the petal of a rose; I watched quietly, letting the lulling flow of the nearby river replace my lullabies for the time being. A constant stream of tranquility and a peaceful chirping bird in the distance.
My thoughts meandered topic to topic while this very scroll rested in my lap, and yet no words could come out for the longest time. I did not notice until a little later, right now under the dotted blanket of the night sky, that I was thinking of Xena all this time. Thinking how beautiful she looked, how she seemed to emanate this incredibly mesmerizing glow of life. I wondered there, in that brief moment, if I could gently kiss her and taste the life myself. I wondered if she would find it peculiar that I am staring.
I ruminated so many things.
Absent-mindedly I caressed her belly as she slipped further and further into the bewitching arms of Morpheus, understanding then what was this so-called magical glow pregnant women had. Even right now, by the fireplace, I find it hard to comprehend. It’s a natural tenderness I feel, an instinctual need to protect and take care of, to give my love and attention to this woman who already had me sequestered with her charm and strength. I felt in charge, like I was responsible for satiating every crave and, amicably, withstanding every mood swing – even the more sensuous ones.
When this baby is born, they will be so loved. I will make sure to protect them. I will protect Xena.”
Word Count: 328
Setting: CANON verse.